The maids flutterred around Rhen like a pack of butterflies. One was brushing her hair. Another was setting her gown aside to put on afterwards. A third tried to make her put high heeled shoes on, but Rhen swore to them, that if they forced her to do it one more time, she would grab her sword and cast Rain Dance.

There was a knock on the door.

"Whoever it is, let them in. I'm not in my underwear." She had now put on her stunning white gown, her purple locks falling down her shoulders, making the sight even more beautiful.

"He says he's a Mr…Darzon, m'lady?" Rhen's eyes opened wider. Without hesitation, she hurried to open the door herself, in her wedding wear. "Pa!" she yelled out when she saw the dark haired man at the entrance. He stepped in. Rhen, happy and surprised, reached out to take him in a long hug. Once they pulled away, he took a look at her, his eyes filling with joy.

"Goodness, girl, who would've thought I'd ever live to see you get married?" he laughed.

"Don't you dare make me cry today, old man." She said with a strong voice, but she could feel the tears building up. "Where's Ma?"

"In the grand hall downstairs. This place has barely changed since the last time I was here. I still know my way around, but she has no clue, so I just told her to stay put." He whispered the last sentence with a short chuckle. There was another knock on her door.

"I'll get that." Rhen said, trying to contain her tears. She opened the door to Devin, her birth father. "Devin! Come in."

The two men greeted eachother like the old friends that they were.

"I owe you for taking care of this beautiful girl right here." Devin said. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be happy ever again."

"Ah, Devin, you ol' Druid. How's the life?"

"You know, married a priestess. She's been bossing me around so much today. Speaking of which, gotta make this visit short. Rhen, Talia told me to tell you… that there will be no bride's bouquet, because the special flowers she ordered haven't been delivered."

"That's fine." The fact didn't bother her at all. "Let's hope she doesn't get all too crazy about it."

"Honestly, she's spending more time thinking about this wedding than you. Well, I must be going, I'll just wait downstairs. You good, Tailor?"

"Just stand in front of the entrance to the hall. We'll be there." Devin left. Rhen was excited. She loved the man she thought for sixteen years was her father, but she also concidered that she should let them both walk her down the isle. It would be unfair to either of them if she picked just one. "Whenever, you're ready, honey." He said, feeling that he must somehow calm her.

"Just a minute." Rhen walked over to the mirror. No signs of tears coming out. She checked twice on each side of her face. 'You're not allowed to cry, this is a happy day.' After she was sure there was no chance of her eyes turning red, she stepped up next to Tailor, putting her left arm through his right one. "Alright, Pa. Let's go."

"Do you, Rhen Pendragon, take Lars Tenobor to be your husband?" there was a short silence after the vicar's words, only filled with the music of the nightingale.

"I do." She mouthed 'Always' to Lars afterwards.

"And do you, Lars Tenobor, take Rhen Pendragon to be your wife?"

"I do… Always." He said, making Rhen grin.

"Then, by the power given to me by the traditions of Thais, I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride." The vicar added slightly more silently.

Rhen and Lars grabbed eachother in a passionate kiss. He cupped her face with his hands and she laid hers on his shoulders, trying to maintain proper position and not ruffle his hair as they kissed. The guests applauded. Even Dameon's stiffened claps were noticable. The newlyweds broke the kiss. Rhen smiled at Lars.

"I love you." He said, smiling back.

"I love you, too."

Lars reached for her hand, turning to walk down the isle, amongst the party. Whilst they passed, Te'ijal stopped them to say something.

"Congratulations, humans." She said. "You will both make fine rulers of this Isle."

"And if you ever need a Paladin in the palace, I pledge my sword to you for as long as you two shall want me." Galahad stepped in.

"Husband, don't you dare think to leave me to go back alone to Ghedr'ahre. If you are their Paladin, I'm staying with you. I don't want you running off with some Thais woman. I still have your soul." Te'ijal smiled kindly, but she was dead serious. "The punishment for her won't be severe, but you will have an eternity to live through yours." Rhen and Lars were astonished. They had frozen, with half-shocked, half-laugh containing faces. Galahad gulped.

"Of course not, wife." He finally said.

"Alright then." The vampress now had a wider smile on her face. Oh, she loved to shake him like that. This would be an interesting eternity.

"Thank you. Both of you." Rhen said, one of her arms crossed with Lars', the other - caressing it. "When we come back, you can be our Paladin for as long as you wish, Galahad. And Te'ijal, we are forever in your debt. You have full freedom in the kingdom. But," she added quickly. "just don't drink any of the people's blood. Please."

"I can refrain."

"So, husband, what do you say we head on to our honeymoon?"

"Why, of course, wife." Said Lars, both him and Rhen grinning. "Goodbye!" he called out as they left the grand hall, heading for outside the castle, where a carriage waited to escort them from the city. They specifically asked John if they could borrow Braynilli for the trip. The pirate agreed to allow his dragon be taken from him, under the condition that they all come home safe. 'Especially the dragon.' He had said with a smile on his face. As the vampires watched the new rulers of the kingdom leave, Rhen in her beautiful white gown and Lars, dressed in a magnificent dark blue robe, Te'ijal spoke her mind.

"How would you feel if we were to get children, Galahad?"

He was shocked. A scared look qickly passed through his face, the horrifying thoughts settling in his head.

"Let us not think of such things, wife. Please." She smirked at his words.

"Who knows, maybe in three hundred years, someone else will decide to take over the world. And then, of course, there would have to be someone chosen to save it. We could be protectors again." Te'ijal had had a taste of the life outside again. There was no going back and Galahad knew it.

"For the world's sake, let's hope not." He mumbled.

The End